I know how to die When my eyes can see no skies And my mind forgets tomorrow There is no fortress I can run to Only a grave in a cemetery Neglected and left to decay The day is not my friend And not my teacher The day is a wolf And the wolf is hungry The star of the morning Samuel I know how to die When the fires cannot be warmth And my skin is shadows ashes There is no home I can find Only a strange land Where the sun refuses to shine The night will have no moon Only crying darkness The night is a demon from hell Grasping claw-handed for my skin The star of morning Samuel
A little dark
The hurt gets worse, and the heart grows harder -Warren Zevon